Rewster451
Greenlighter
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- Apr 10, 2014
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So, I effectively beat my addiction about a month ago. I went through withdrawals and came out on the othe side. I felt like hell for seven days. Day one wasn't too bad, day two gave me a pretty good picture of what he'll looked like, and day three was so terrible words fail me. The thing that really sucked was that once I hit the bottom of hell, crawling back out seemed to take much longer than it took to get down there. What I mean by that is that day four was effectively just as bad as day three. Climbing out is a good metaphor because I found that the more active I was, the better I felt. When I went back to work on day four I was really worried about being sick and not being able to work, but what I found was that the harder I worked and the faster I made pizza, the better I felt. But when I got home at night my body felt as if it might break down. Feeling cold all the time, cold turkey flesh, chronic discomfort of the bowels including bouts of incredible gastric pain, intense pain in my lower back, legs, feet and hands, and in the mornings, splitting headaches and diarrhea that seemed to threaten to take my entrails out through my asshole. But the worst thing was the "restless leg syndrome," which I feel is an incredibly misleadingly understated name for the most awful sensation I have ever experienced in my life. For me it took over my whole body, and if I refused to give in to the urge to move in some way, this terrible electricity would course through my brain and body until, intentionally or involuntarily, I would have to move my body in ways that were often violent and sort of odd in the sense that I normally don't move that way. A couple of times I felt I might pull a muscle or in some other way injure myself.
The withdrawals didn't end abruptly at all. But after about the seventh day I felt significantly better. I also started working out in the mornings, walking to and from work, eating healthy and talking vitamins. After three weeks I felt five years younger.
But then I fucked up. I'm not even sure why, but I decided to try "chipping. And I succeeded, on the face of it. The thing is, three days later, that's today, I did it again. I hadn't experienced any withdrawals, and I knew that after seventy two hours all the dope was out of my system. But I realize that I have to knock this off. Seventy two hours or seventy two days, it doesn't matter. Eventually I will end up back where I was, and then if I get clean again I'll have to crawl back through hell. I just hope I can make it.
Does anybody have any advice for the post withdrawal phase off recovery? If not that's okay. Just writing this was helpful. But i don't want to go to meetings. I'm just really not into that.
The withdrawals didn't end abruptly at all. But after about the seventh day I felt significantly better. I also started working out in the mornings, walking to and from work, eating healthy and talking vitamins. After three weeks I felt five years younger.
But then I fucked up. I'm not even sure why, but I decided to try "chipping. And I succeeded, on the face of it. The thing is, three days later, that's today, I did it again. I hadn't experienced any withdrawals, and I knew that after seventy two hours all the dope was out of my system. But I realize that I have to knock this off. Seventy two hours or seventy two days, it doesn't matter. Eventually I will end up back where I was, and then if I get clean again I'll have to crawl back through hell. I just hope I can make it.
Does anybody have any advice for the post withdrawal phase off recovery? If not that's okay. Just writing this was helpful. But i don't want to go to meetings. I'm just really not into that.

